A/N: There are two winners to my little contest:

Project Wolfy, for being first at guessing six, and

ThornyRoseIsTrue for getting them all right in one try, very nice.

One last thing: If there were a rating T+, this chapter would be it. Be warned.

MILES

The young boy walked confidently into his second class of the day, small engine construction. The class was busy making final touches to their engines for the final competition. Miles grabbed his engine from the shelf. He had built it to put out enough power to move the small cart that they would have to push. He had searched for a way to make the engine fuel efficient, and had moderate success, so when the teacher announced that he would be going first he was only a little nervous.

Miles had one half liter of fuel for the engine, and his classmates scoffed when they saw it.

"It's not the size, it's how it works." Miles argued. The others chuckled as the boy fired up his engine. The distance was an impressive 100 meters. The others tried, but no one could match Miles' engine.

They headed back to the classroom. When they arrived the professor shook Miles' hand. "Miles Prower, congratulations, you win. There is no more I can teach you about engine building. you win a ten dollar gift card to the GAP." The boy giggled and took his seat.

DANIEL

The boy left the gym bewildered. The new kid was fast, and Daniel wasn't sure if he was happy about him, Simon, being on the team. Daniel shook his head. He knew he had no reason to be mad, but he couldn't help it. His face brightened as he saw Marci heading down the hall in front of him. He smiled as he hurried to catch his best friend. He pushed through the crowd, slapping Marci on the butt and falling into step next to her.

"Hello Marci." He smiled.

"I'll assume that was your hand on me, watch it." She warned "Paul is supposed to be meeting me at the end of the hall, and He doesn't like anyone else handling me."

Daniel smiled as he saw the older boy. They quickly caught up to him, Marci smiling as she pulled him into a tight hug.

"So are you coming over tonight? I have a special surprise planned for you." Paul smiled at the girl in his arms.

"I wouldn't miss it for anything." Her eyes sparkled as she thought of the night, but Daniel didn't stick around to hear anymore, he headed up the stairs, and into the drama room for his third class.

"Daniel, glad you could join us." The drama teacher was really upbeat for some reason, Daniel took his seat and got out his script.

"Everyone, I found the solution to the issue with the show. We have a band!" The teacher was elated. The other students seemed excited too, but Daniel didn't mind. He continued his script reading, trying to get his mind off of the wild night his best friend would be having. It didn't work.

"Why couldn't his name be Jesse?" Daniel muttered to himself. "It would fit the situation better."

The class chattered for a bit, then they moved to the theatre to rehearse. They had set everything up, and were ready to start when the band walked through the door.

"Simon, you're in a band?" Daniel was taken aback, but Simon just shrugged.

"I'm actually in men's choir, they recruited me after they found out i could play the bass."

The band set up and the rehearsal began. the events blurred in Daniel's head, and the next thing he knew his class had ended, and he was off to the opposite side of the school, for math.

PAUL

"What was that about?" The boy in red asked the girl he held. "He just took off, I don't get it."

"He's not one to watch me love someone." Marci felt bad. She loved Paul, sure, but her and Daniel had always been something different. She sighed. "Paul, I have to go, I need to think." He let her out of his embrace and headed to the gym.

"Yo, Paul!" One of his classmates, Alistair, shouted to him. "Come check this out, they have new punching bags." The boy headed over seeing, indeed, brand new red punching bags. He grabbed one, hung it up and delivered a swift punch. The bag held, and so did the flesh of his knuckles.

"They'll do nicely, but I need a real opponent. Are you up for a match?"

The other accepted, and after getting coach to supervise, the two put their gloves on and climbed into the ring.

MARCI

The scantily clad female headed into her math class, her final class, and sighed. This dynamic between her and Daniel had merit, but Paul was the one for her, right? She wasn't sure, as she sat she couldn't help but think of the previous weekend. Paul had gotten really upset when she told him she had plans with Daniel. She didn't like how possessive he seemed to be becoming. It was what it was, though, and she would deal with it. She smiled when Daniel walked in and took his seat next to her.

"Ready for the big test?" she asked him, giving him a light tap.

"As I'll ever be..." his reply was devoid of emotion. She knew he would be like that with others, but she'd never gotten that response from him before.

"Cheer up. It's Friday, the weekend is looming and all is right with the world." he scoffed at her. "What?is there something we need to talk about?"

"It's fine, let's just get ready, it's test time."

She grabbed her pencil from her bag as the teacher went over the rules one final time. they had the entire 90 minute class period to take the test, this was their final exam, and would count twenty percent of their final grade. Marci sighed. she sat looking a her test and wondering why finals and boy trouble had to happen at the same time. She sighed again and began to work the problems. The test was actually very easy, and after the girl finished she sat and looked at the ceiling. Boys were so bothersome, especially when there was more than one of them. Paul was her man, sure, but Daniel was different. He was mysterious, and that made him alluring. Paul was very direct and open to her. She liked that, plus Daniel was her best friend, she couldn't risk that on the off chance a relationship would work, could she? Suddenly a note was placed under her desk. She lifted it with her foot, passing it quickly to her hand. It read:

Marci,

I know you have plans with Paul, but wanna come over this weekend?

We can play that game you love so much.

Daniel

She sighed and hastily replied

You hate SSBB, and besides I can't, I'm busy all weekend,

sorry

She handed the note back subtly, and sat back. Daniel's face darkened as he read her response, but it didn't seem to affect him too greatly.

DANIEL

She doesn't have time for her best friend. That's a damn shame. He crumbled the note and looked back down. The boy had decided to try writing about his life, but nothing seemed to flow onto the page. Why did everything have to be so complicated? He put his pencil back to the page. Inspiration hit him hard as he began to scrawl song lyrics.

I see no, hear no evil,

black writing's on the wall.

unleash a million faces,

and one by one they fall.

black-hearted evil.

brave-hearted hero.

I am all, I am all, I am.

I...I...I... I Am

Here we go buddy here we go buddy here we go.

He put the book away, thoughts straying back to his friend. He didn't know why he felt like this for her, and that made it all the worse. He remembered the days when he and Marci had just been friends. It didn't seem like any real feelings took root in Daniel's heart until Paul showed up. Damn life and its complications.

SIMON

The bell rang loudly, signaling the end of the school day, and the end of the school week. Simon headed out of Men's Choir with a smile on his face. He had the best voice and the whole choir knew it. He spotted Emily as he headed down the front steps of the building.

"Emily, wait up!" he shouted as he swiftly made his way to her. "Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow night? I was hoping I could have someone over for dinner."

The girl in purple blushed profusely, then gave a weak smile. "I'll ask my parents, hand me your phone." he did as instructed, and watched as her number was programmed into his phone. she then dialed a number, then hung up when her own phone rang.

"I'll call you tonight with an answer." she gave him a loose hug. "Bye." and with that she headed toward home, in the opposite direction as the boy in white.

"Wow, that went much better than I thought." He smiled for a brief moment before heading off to his own home.

PAUL

the boy arrived back at home and began to clean things up. His bedroom was an absolute wreck to say the least, and with his girlfriend coming over the place had to be near spotless, especially if he was to go through with his plan. He started with his own room, clearing out various clutter from his tables and desk. the clothes from yesterday were taken to the bathroom and promptly deposited into his clothes hamper, then his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Yo, Paul, It's Chase."

"What's up, Chase?"

"I have three tickets to the Cash Cash concert tonight. Miles and I were looking for a third person, wanna come?"

Paul grimaced, he hated Cash Cash, Crush 40 was much better. "Sorry, man, I can't. Marci's coming over tonight. Call Amy. She would love to go."

"Then she wouldn't leave me alone for the rest of ever because she thinks I "Love" her already."

"Suit yourself, I have to go, cleaning up the house."

"Gotta clean up so you can get some, I respect that. See ya." and with that Chase hung up, and Paul sighed.

He headed around the rest of the house, making sure nothing was out of place. With that out of the way he began to contemplate what to have for dinner.

CHASE

"Crap." Chase muttered as he hung up the phone.

"Paul is busy?" Miles was sitting on the couch next to his older friend.

"Yeah, wanna try Sue-Ellen?" The younger boy blushed.

"Her mom won't ever let her go to something like that. What about Amy?"

"How about, no." Chase had considered it, but quickly dismissed the idea. He said it was to keep from hurting the girl, but the reality stood that he didn't want to put up with her for the entire night.

"I'll try Daniel..." The boy was hesitant, he and Daniel had never really seen eye to eye, but Chase considered the two of them friends.

"He'll probably be sitting on his roof contemplating his sketchy relationship with Paul's girlfriend." That caused Chase to give him a strange look.

"You're more perceptive than you seem, little buddy. Fine, I'll give Amy a call."

AMY

Amy squealed with delight. "I'd love to go, I'm going to get ready now."

"Alright, We'll be bye at about six. I'll see you then."

Chase hung up and Amy rushed around, looking for good concert attire. She decided on a dress that would show off her "femininity" and quickly jumped into the shower. She scrubbed herself lightly, moreover in an attempt to absorb the scent of her conditioner, she knew Chase just adored the smell of roses. She hopped out and dried herself off, tugging on the dress. "More fun for the concert, hopefully he notices."

She went back to her room and rummaged through her drawer, pulling out a blue thong and slipping it up her legs. she grabbed her rose oil and dabbed it onto her face and neck. The girl loved the scent, it made her feel peaceful.

She walked back out into the living room, sitting in a warm chair to wait for Chase. Amy looked to the clock. "5:30? I took an hour and a half to get ready for a date? that's a new record." She pulled out her iPhone, and typed the record into her notes app, then loaded up Temple Run.

Chase knocked before she knew it, and she joined him on the porch, locking her door.

"We're driving the Blue Blur, is that a problem?" Chase led her down to his blue 1969 Camaro.

"Not at all." she giggled, remembering the blissful memories of summers past. Chase opened the passenger door, revealing Miles still strapped in.

"You know the rules, Miles. Ladies get the front seat." The boy hopped into the back, opening the seat for Amy, who gratefully took it. Chase headed around and hopped into the driver's seat.

"Seatbelts, everybody." Miles chirped from the back, and the others obliged. Chase backed out of Amy's driveway, and the three were on their way.